Alfonso Poems - Poems about Alfonso

Alfonso is sweet mango small in size as young girl tit cheery yellow like sunlight cool aroma smells...

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Alfonso on a red horse a huge rocking of the stars where twinkling lasso stirs up the sparkling dance floor...

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My first born son shouts Where my mama at Ooh I'm on my way to go get my son he's in my heart he's above my head he shines down on and threw me First born son you're coming home I'm bringing you home unto me Physically I'm your mama and I'm on my way to come and...

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ministers of Christ stood the battles - devil lost lots of followers....

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The Great Alfonzo He read my poem. He popped me in the nose. He bruised my noggin. He made me bleed. What the hey! Must be one of those guys. Likes his beer. Likes his football, basketball and talk of the women he’s had and the war he’s fought in. But damn, I...

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We spoke that day as I drove you home, you tried in your broken English, I in my broken Spanish. Your poetic paintings wordlessly move me. Never have I met a more gentle soul. 11/28/15...

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